Rising Sun Times, Volume 1, Number 20, Rising Sun, Ohio County, 29 March 1834 — Page 1

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To "praise where praise i due," ami ?Ianie where 1lame? lu iitc of ra!ttoia, pride or oilier name. 8 V- -N T T

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mkmouy an d ii orr:. n j. k. r n.ni:. Hope i the leading-string c f Vi-uth memory the flail' of age. Vet for a long time ihev were at variance, and scarcely ever associated together. Memory was almost alwa-. grave, nav sad rnd Uic I :-cii- ? . -lighted in Iei.ee ;u;-i nepoM-.amid rock? and wat.:rl!ls: and whenever she raised her ev e from the ground ii ".is only to look luck over her should -".v. Hope was a .- i t . : 1 1 1 1 , II 1 1 1 1 I i i , i l - , ut' I . i I I . v. ii!: ;?a I !v lirir cv os, and ii was impo.-ible lo lo.'-k ur on him without being inspired bv hi? gav and spngh'Iv huovancy. Whorcve 1 i:c went he diftused around him gladi.e and joy: the eves of the vc-ur.g --parkted brighter tiian ever at hi? approach.; old ace, a? it oat its dim glances at the blue vault of Heaven, sccm- ' i inspired new vigour; t'o.e f.ouf t.- 1 .o!ved more j;ay. the ijrass more gr en.tiie birds sunc mors chcei ily, and alt nature seemed lo sympathize in his ,i idnes. Memory was cl mortal birth, :u:t Hope partook cf immortality. One. day they chanced to meet, and Memory reproached Hope with being i deceiver. She charged him with deh.tdi v.c avi; kind with vi-ionaiy impract-:-.v 1 s. .!;. nn an d exciting rxpectatio s ;!r;t ciiv I 'd to di?:ippoii.tni"nt and r-'gn-t ; wit'u h.-ing the i)w's fuluus a:. i, et H ji hope c;i-t bai k ujion hjr the harge f d-jcei, :u;d maintained th.at tin: pictures of th J part w re a much exacCi rated bv M-nnoiy a? w ere the antieip:i.ion cf Hope. He declared that -he looked at objects at a gre;it distance ia the pa.-t, he in the future, and that litis distance magnified every thinn. "Let us m tk the circuit of the world," ii 1 he. 'and try the experiment." Memory consented reluctantly, and they went tin ir way together. The fmt person they met was a schoolboy, lounging I azii) alone, and slopping vi n moment to g i.c arounsr, as if un willir.g to proceed t n hi way. ly arid bv, ho sat down and burst into tear. ""Wb.ithtT ..., my good lad." a.-k-cd Hope, jeei ii.i). "I am going to m hool," replied the 1 id, 4,io ftudi , w hen I had rather a tliouand times, be at play ; and sit on a bench, with:; book in my hand, while I long to he Miortinc in the fields. But never mind, I shall ho a man soot,, and then I -hall be free as the air." Saving this, he skipped away metrily, in the hope ' f soon being a man. 'It is thus vou play, upon the experience, of youth," said Memory, reproachfully. Pacing onw ard, they met a beautiful girl, pacing slow and melancholy behind a party of gay young men and maider.s. who walked arm in arm with each other, and were flirting and exchanging all those little harmless courtesies, which nature prompts on sucltoceasions. Ti.ey were all gaily dressed in silks and ribbons; hut the little uirl had on a simple frock, a homely apron, and clumsy ihieksolcd shoes. "Why don't you join yonder group," aked Hope, and partake in their gait), my pretty little girl?" "Ala!" replied she, ulhcy take no notice of me. They call me a child. Hut 1 shall soon be a woman, and then I shall be so happy!" Inspired by this hope, she quickened her pace, and soon was seen dancing along merrily with the rest. In this manner they wended their w ay from nation to nation, and clime to lime, until they had made the circuit of the universe. Wherever they came, they found the human race, which at thi time wa all youmj it being not manv voars since the first creation of mankind repining at the present, and looking forward to a riper age for happinris. All anticipated some, future ip"od, and Memory had scarce any thing

to do but cast looks of reproach at her voung companion. 4i Let us return home," said she, "to that delightful spot where 1 fust drew my breath. I long to repose among it? beautiful bowers; to listen Jo the brooks that murmured a thousand times sweeter: and to the echoes thai were softer than ;;; v I have sir.ee heard. Ah! there is nothing on carta so enchanting as the sce nes of my earliest v oulh." Hope indulged himself io. a ?iv. slgnificn.'l smile, and they proceeded on their return heme. As they joun.ied but slowly, many years el -pscd ere Jhev nppronci ed the pot whence they .u departed. It so happened, on-j dav, they met an old man. bondiog under

the weight of yen;?, nnd wnlki: g with tromhiicg tep?. loa; p.g on hi?' slruT.' Memory a: once reccgnized him as the Ycnl'.t tiny h ;d seen going to school, e:; thdr ii-st o-;t-et ia the tour cf the wot Id. As they came nearer, (he old man reclined on hi? stall, ana L.oking at Hope, vv!:- being imn-oi !ai. v.:;- sil! a i.htliP 'i:!g boy, ?ighcr.l a- his hen: i v. n ; br aki; 'i !;;:t u;!olh the1, t-ei man:" nked the you:h. "What ailct'i me," he rcj aieu. in a ieonle.farcrmgvoice "what i"Uld ail me, tun eld age! t nave out lived my iu al li d s'reng'.h; I -urvivi-d that was nea.r a;,d dear: I I ave s, en all I 1. ved. or that loved me, sliuck down t. tiio e;iih like deo.u b.-ava s in autu'nn, mid now I -land like an old tree, withering alone m th.c world without roofs, without branches, and without virdure. I have only just enough cf sensation to know that 1 am miserable, and the recollection of the happiest of mv youthful tlavs, when. careless and fuii of blissful anticipations, I was a laughing, meiry hey, only addto the miseries I now endure." "Behold," said memon. "the consequence of thv deceptions," and siie looked reproachfully at her companion. "Behold!" replied Hope, "the decep tion practised by thyself. 1 hou perstiadest him that lie was happy in his youth. Dost 'hou remember the bov we met when we first set out toge ther. who was WO. pin-' oa !e w.av ' a ;r!;:i:;! 1 73 -? and sighing to he a man" 3Iemory cast down b.ere)cs and was silent. A li'-le. wav onward, tliev came to a miserable; cottage, at the door of w hich was an aged woman, meanly clad, and shaking with palsy. She sat alone, her head resting on her bosom, and, s the pair approached, vainly tried to raise it up lo look :.l them. "Good tnoi row , old lady, and all happiness to vou," cried Hope, gaily, and the old woman thought it was a Ion" time since she had heard such a cheering salutation. Happiness!" said she, in a voice that quivered with weakness and infirmity. "Happiness? I have not known it since I was a little girl, without care or sorrow. (), I remember those deligh'ful dav ?, when I thought of nothing but the present moment, nor cared for the future or past. When I laughed and plavcd, and sung, from morning till night, and envied no one, nor wished to be any other than I was. But those happy times are past, never to return. O, if I could only once more return to the days of my childhood!" The old woman sunk back on her seat, and the tears (lowed frow her hollow eve-. Memory again reproached her companion, but he only asked her if she recollected the little girl they had met a long lime ago, who was so miserable because she was so young? Memory knew it well enough, and said not another word. They now approached their home, and Memoiy was on tiptoe with the thought of once more enjoying the unequalled beauties of those scenes from which she had been so long separated. But, somehow or other, it seemed they were sadly changed. Neither the grass was so green, the flowers so sweet and lovely, nor did the brooks murmur, the echoes answ er, or the birds sing half so enchant ingly, a? she remembered them in time long past. "Alas!' she excIaimed,"hovv changed is every thing! I alone am the same.' "Kvory thing is the same, and thou, alone, art changed," answered Hope Thou hast deceived thyself in the past just as much as I deceive others in the future." "What is it you are disputing about?" asked an old man, whom they had not observed before, though he was standing close by them. MI have lived almost fourscore and ten years, and my experi-

u-.e to ile nie net ween you. ' They fold him the eeca-'on of their disagreement, and related the history of their journey round lite earth. Tie: old man smiled, and for a few moments sat buried ia thought. Ih then said to them: ' 1 toe, have lived lo sec all the hopes f mv youth turn into shadows, clouds, nnd darkness, and vanish iino nothing, f, too, have survived my fortune, mv friends, my children the hilaritv of yeuth, and' the blessing of health." "And dost thou not despair?" said ai'-morv. "No, I have still one hope left me." "And what is that?" "The hope of Heaven!" Memory turned towards Hope, threw herself into his arms, which opened to receive her, and burst into tears, exclaiming "Forgive me, I have done thee injustice. Let u never again r.-paruic from erica oilier. "With nil my hear!," sai 1 Hope, and they contiur.; d for ever at";, r to travel together hand and La-.d through the world. From I he IX I. Vnniy AVnft'iVon. MY FlUST k, LAST COL HTS111P. JIV OS UHAH B K-iU'i i.. Wei!. I spose. if 1 must tell you al about my courtship. I must . vu must know our old man made a gre.it fuss about in; stickin" to hou.-1, tound the lire cold w inter nights, and said to me one night, says he. "Weil, no v, Obed." (you sec he always calls me Obed, hut my name is Ouadiah.) he said, "Well, now, Obed, )ou might as well be out courting Deb Jones, as to !..; squattui down on vour hunkers, antl you know, Obed, if v ou die unmarried, the nam of Bashful will beextinei." "Oh, well no.v, father," said I, "I don't know nothin about inatiml, but I can't go lo court Deb, for you know she dresses her hair so nice, and she s -m h a rotten nice gal, that every feller bout these p u t? is half craxv urter her there Joe Turner, and Bill Davis, and a hull e-juad o chaps as wca:- ;!' tbe n-w fashion: and now, father, stid 1 what would I look like with mv iuck-hin suit that I have worn six year-, 1 -ng side o their blue coal-, and pa-.tis.and shawZ.res, and them are ti:i-n;- but ftt!nr w ouldcnt hear nothing gaii-: t hiow: opinion, and so I bad logo i:-l to please the edd man. Deb used lo go to the dd whit' church, you know, up uncle -'phi-aim': lane, near the blacksmith. shop, right bv the orchard. Well, it vvan'l there- no, I guess it wa'ni I wish it had been Well, I went oil dressed tarnation slick. I thought I guess I rubbed two tallowcandles, there or thereabouts into my hair, Irv ing lo make it curl, but 1 swan to man it was a mistake, there wasn't no curl about it, arter all, it stuck out like pork and pine quills, as Jim Stevens says. Well, somehow or other I got myself into tolerable slick order, had on the new hat and coat I got at the rallle night before, and oil I boiled to the church, with my hands in mv pockets whistlin Hail t.olumbv. I felt jist as big as Bonny Bart at Water loo I seed Deb step on her horse like a feather, and up I runs to speak lo her, when up comes tnal eternal Jo Turner, dressed almighty nice, as if In had been put up in a band box lo keep. and walks tier oil right afore me, before I could get out "How de dew. Debby!"' If I did'n't look nation sheepish, 1 reckon taint no matter. I blushed some too never mind, thinks I, meeting will have lo break up some time or other, and Deb will have to go home; so I went up lo their house to wait for her. She did come al last; and oh, my golly! she did look screaming nice ! I fell so flulterfied, I didn't know what to say, no how. At last I got out, Deb that is, I mean Debbory or Debby, don't 1 look as if my face was all over goose pimples and darn my buttons if Deb, and that eternal Joe didn t laugh lill I wished to die nearly. But we all went in, and Deb handed me a chair; but I felt so flusterated, I never looked where 1 was sittin, and down I came kerwallop right on Deb's bonnet and her fixups, and overset the chair and sprawled right over on the floor, and split my new coat right down the hack all open! Here was a nice pickle, but Deb pinned it up, and that gave me a kind of fection for her, and so I staid lo tea, but was so flustered I spilt my tea over Joe's pants, and he called me a darned awkward hog!

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Deb had to talk all, and I answered yes or no. She asked me, "Mr. Obed, d'd vou ever hear a sarahnade?" Said I. "No. Miss Debhon, I never heard of Sarah Nade, but I know- Sail Ld wards," mel Joe, the fool he laughed at that. But Deb said she didn't mean Sarah Nade; it was what the. town-chaps call the music when they go out to plav nighls, then she looked a kind ' slaiitindicular at him and 1 think he kissed her. Bui I soon saw that Deb loved Joe more than me, and 1 got ready to back out Deb said,"! suppose vou are tioing to see that moll M.ckle?" "Why. said I, Debbory, I reckon I got a little more, taste for the hue arts, than to go arter such a lookin enter as she i-," then she looked right smart al me, and said she always thought I was a better judge of furniture than to spark with act uunuics: t:,m iiciceiee. me nakes. an ! I ris up to make a bow for it, hut some f'-et togelbt against kcrlan! 1 She g'-t i low or oi!i r, 1 caught my and o e: I sprawled right -et her into Joe's darned mad. I tell vou she say?, "Mr. Oued, that is too had. I wonder what vou will do next!" But I had to laugh: I never kuowed afore that Deb wore false hair.and when she led!, all her heai l-catchers, as she used (o call them, fell oil, and she looked just like a shiick ow l. "Why, said 1, Deb, the next thing w ill be something else." I I . ' j IT I 1 recKon mat maue aoe laugn on mv side, and I begun lo pluck courage. Says I, "Deb, we are goin to sheer our old black ram. next Fust day w eek, and 111 send you enuf wool to make you a wig." That ris Deb's ebeiuzer; she got up and made one poke at me with the shovel, but I guess it was a mistake I was on (he road home. I told ail to lather, and he laughed, (for he always laughed when any thing tickled him.) "Now, father," "said I, "if you want to court Deb, you can do it, there's no danger now, from the heart-catchers;" and he laughed again, says he, "Obed, say no more about that,'" ami I kinder took the hint, and never said a darned word about it. from that day to this. Snn!iu in I'tiris. To whatever cause iJ it is owing, nothing can be more certain than that infidelity again reigns lord ef iho ascendant in Pa ris. It is impo ible to be a week in the metropolis wi'heut being sensible of this. Il i- computed that "from 60,000 to 80,000 individuals, chiefly women, or persons of the poorest classes, believe in the Christian religion. The remainder, amounting to about 000,000, make no pretensions lo such a faith. It is impossible, by any external appearances to distinguish Sunday from Saturday, excepting that every species of amusement and dissipation goes on with more spirit on that day than any other. A woman who drank deep at the wine cup, as well as the brandy bottle, was the mother of a levcly little girl about ten years of age, who often wept in secret at her mother's degradation. One day, observing the grocer where her mother used to get her supplies, empty into the street a quantity of cherries that had been in a barrel of rum, and a sow with a brood of pigs eagerly devouring them, till she could neither stand nor walk, and her pigs running and squealing in alarm, the little girl cried, 'Mother, mother, come to the window!' 'Why, what's there my dear?" 40, mother, see, see that sow! how 'my heart bleeds for those poor pigs!" 4And why do you feel so much for the pigs?' 'Because, to think how ashamed they must be to have so drunken a mother.' The rebuke was effectual; the mother thus far has ceas ed to drink. It is known lo all who arc acquainted with the early history of Kentucky, that the first emigrants settled in small squads, like the first settlements in all other frontier countries, for mutual de fence. The order was, whenever an alarm was given, all was to run to that place. Early one morning the shouts and cries of a female were heard all ran to the spot. When l hey arrived, they saw a hear and a man engaged in combat. They had it hip and thigh, up and down, over and under, and the man's wife standing bv and hallooing 44 Fair play! fair play!" The company ran up and insisted on parting them. The w oman said, 44 No no let them fight! for it is the first fight I ever saw that I did not care which whipped."

Hands oil gentlemen! you have no

business at the compositors cases look ing at manuscripts. You have no busi ness peering over a proof sheet or ask ing impertinent questions about any communications v ou may find in a newsipers. iou had as well peep into a Lady's dressing room whilst she is at her toilette, as to pry into the matters of a printing office. A newspaper, be fore the form is made up, corrected and taken from the press, like an undressed Lady, may be in dishabille. How impolite then, to be feasting one's curiosity upon its different articles of dress in tneir greatest state of 7icgligce. 'Madam,1 said an old man, 'have you my water in the house, that you can give -t poor man a drink of beer, though I like eider best, and should like a lit tle whiskey. I very seldom get no cider at home, my orchard is v ery small consisting ot only one scattering tree. Hying for another man's ttifc. Mr. L. reside-; ia Henry street. His wife, who is an economical body, had sent a costly sill; gown to a French dyer. The dyer himself brought the dress home, and unluckily as il happened, met the husband ef the lady at the door. " L madam within, asked the Frenchman." Tii2 husband who is of a jealous disposition, replied, "And suppose she is, what do you want of her." " I flying Cor her, sair." "You dying for my w ife get out of the house you scoundrel!" and he had just raised his foot io kick: i:ie nonesi mccnanic into the street, when the lady made her appearance and set the matter to right. A worthy farmer in the north of England was once waited upon by a taxgatherer, who claimed taxes which had been -already paid. The receipt had been mislaid, and the farmer could not on the instant produce it. The man of taxes became very abusive; and the farmer in his own phrase, remonstrated with him. " Well, and to w hat cflect did vou remonstrate with him?" asked a friend, who heard the story from the firmer's own mouth. " I don't knew," was the reply; "but I know the poker was bent, and I had to get a hatrmar to straighten it again." 'Mike Why don't you tire at them are ducks, boy, don't you see you've got the whole flock of cm before your gun!" "Faith, so I have mon but w hen I git aim at one, another swims light betwixt him and me." Riding Courtship. A little boy just returning from a long visit, was asked by his mother how he had enjoyed himself w hile absent from home. He answered with a boyish simplicity, that he. liked his visit very well; but lie w oldn't that's what he woldn't never ride home between Cousin George and Sarah again, for they kept hugging and kissing each other so much that they squeezed him all the time, and almost tpoilt his ncze hat A lady, who was a notable housekeeper here many years since, found the eggs, in her well stored larder, diminishing almost daily,. She. did not like to suspect her domestics of nullification but still the eggs went and went She secreted herself in the room and watched. A company of rats came. A large full furred rat, the principal thief, grasped an egg with all four of his legs, and rolled over on his back. Two others, his accomplices, laid hold of his tail with their teeth, and tugged their load manfully to a sly rat hole hard by, where it is fair to infer that all hands feasted on the "spoils of victory." Portsmouth Journal. ,& "DlTLOGUEr Sambo. Ah, Gar brcss a you, Cuff. ,Vha for yu wear dat weeds on yu hat? Cff. W by, what quession de nigger axes. Confound you brack face, dont you know my fader dead? Sambo. Dead! O crickey, is that good nigger deppart dis life? Hope he leave you some property, Cuff. Ci N Sambo; he is represented CONVALESCENT. Loicell Jour. While a clergyman of the Methodist order was praying in a most fervid style at a camp meeting, for the power of the devil to be curtailed, a zealous old negro exclaimed Amen! yes, bless God, cut he tail close smack smooth off. A gentleman, on asking a market man the price of eggs, answered, "Eggs are eggs, now." "Indeed! I am glad to hear it with all my heart for the last I bought of you were half chickens.

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